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Fuck!
That poignant thought shouted through his mind as he grimaced and glared at her chirping phone. Buying himself a few moments to hide his abject frustration over being stopped again, he eventually removed his hand from Tess’s eyes. What he saw within their radiant blue depths hammered his soul with a memory he’d never forget.
Tess sat up as he removed himself from her voluptuous body. Hands skimming up her sides and then over her breasts, Liam nearly cried out in anguish as she grabbed her shirt and then pulled it down. Before she sat up, she slipped a hand under her shirt to retrieve the ice cube melting on her stomach.
Twin storms crackled within her eyes, quelling any verbal complaint he might have made about the game. In that moment, they were more luminous, more incensed with lust, than any look he’d ever seen from her. And it kept him as silent as the stone awaiting the storm’s battering.
Leaning over, eyes never leaving him, she silenced her phone’s chirping.
She beckoned toward their cards at the same time as she plopped the remaining half of his weapon into her mouth and began sucking on it.
“I hope you’ll know that this means war.”
Chapter Seven
Just Desserts
Tess’s body remained as blatantly aroused as his did as he sat back down, their next round of War immediately getting underway. No matter how loose-fitting a shirt she had on, her sizeable, perfectly gravity-defying breasts couldn’t be hidden. Nor could the rigid, jutting points that currently pushed against the flimsy fabric covering them.
They’d still be wet and cold if he won the next war quickly enough, after which he’d earn another minute to keep them from warming or drying. He had plenty of ice, after all.
He didn’t realize his munitions supply could easily fall into enemy hands until he lost the next war a few minutes later.
“You didn’t think I might fight ice with ice?” Tess asked after claiming yet another victory. She’d picked up the glass of ice cubes from the coffee table and begun swirling her finger around its rim, all the while staring bemusedly at him. “You’ve filled this with dozens of cubes. I’d almost think youwantedme to use them against you.”
“Admittedly, I wasn’t really thinking too far ahead,” Liam said, watching Tess’s finger trace the rim.
“You really should in the future because I could be particularly cruel right now if I were so inclined,” she pointed out. “I could tug at your waistband and then upend this whole glass of ice to cool you off for my revenge.”
“I would, uh, really like it if you didn’t.”
She didn’t immediately respond, which put his alert level around DEFCON 3.
“It would totally ruin my image of you as this super considerate and forgiving angel,” he hastily added.
After holding him hostage for a few more moments, Tess smiled and allowed him to breathe slightly more easily as she placed the glass back on the coffee table.
“I see. I wouldn’t want to ruin this apparent image I’ve cultivated all at once.” The storm in her eyes flashed. “But I think you should consider knocking me down a peg or two from that high, high pedestal you’ve set me on. I don’t think an angel would lust over her much younger neighbor in quite the same way I’ve been doing these past few days. A professor ofethics,no less.”
Liam’s heart skipped a beat, which revoked some of his fears about ensuing vengeance. An overwhelming smile broke out over his face, and Tess blushed slightly in the face of its intensity.
“You’re going to make me do so many things I shouldn’t be doing,” she sighed, shaking her head but smiling back all the same.
She stood a moment later, eyeing him. Walking toward him, she didn’t stop at his side. In fact, she didn’t stop until she’d traced the very steps he’d taken just a few minutes earlier, the ones that led to her kitchen. Listening intently, he heard the suctioning release of a refrigerator door opening a few seconds after she disappeared from his sight.
“Liam,” she called from within.
“…Yeah?” he asked, anticipation slightly stumbling his response.
“Would you like to surrender in our card game? I know it’s War and all, so you could fight your way back—and we could be playing it for another hour or more—but…”
As she intentionally trailed off, an obvious ploy to increase his intrigue toward her offer, Liam glanced toward the remaining size of his deck. In the single digits still, she might manage to seize total victory in just a few more turns. Or, as was totally possible in the game of War, he might win ten turns in a row and put them back to evenly sized decks.
Just what was the gorgeous professor up to? And what was she doing in her kitchen?
He decided he wanted to find out. This one time, he didn’t mind throwing in the towel.
“Sure,” he called out. “I officially surrender. You are the victor of War. Now, can I get up and come see what you’re doing in there?”
